What was their ultimate fate, we never knew with certainty, but three days later we were given rabbit-pie for dinner.

To comfort him I endeavoured to assure him that these could not be his rabbits.

He, however, convinced that they were, cried steadily into his plate all the time that he was eating them, and afterwards, in the playground, had a stand-up fight with a fourth form boy who had requested a second helping.
That evening he performed another solemn oath-taking, and for the next month was the model boy of the school.

He read tracts, sent his spare pocket-money to assist in annoying the heathen, and subscribed to _The Young Christian_ and _The Weekly Rambler_, an Evangelical Miscellany (whatever that may mean).

An undiluted course of this pernicious literature naturally created in him a desire towards the opposite extreme.